I was sitting by the lake, enjoying the tranquility of nature, when I felt a strange sensation in my chest. It was like some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, were playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. I looked around, wondering if someone was trying to communicate with me telepathically, or if I was having a heart attack. Then I saw them: a group of ducks, quacking and splashing in the water. They were the source of the mysterious music. They were also the source of the mysterious fingers. They had somehow managed to sneak up behind me and nibble on my shirt, pulling it gently with their beaks. They were trying to get my attention, or maybe they just liked the taste of cotton. I laughed and shooed them away, feeling a mix of amusement and annoyance. I decided to move to a different spot, away from the hungry ducks and their musical mischief.